Approaching you on his silver bay steed, Epona, he tugs the reigns back slightly, slowing the horse down to a walk, rather than a trot. Wisps of brown hair lightly blowing in the breeze underneath his green phrygian cap, he eases Epona into a halt. Speaking softly, as if unaccustomed to conversing often, his gray blue eyes gazing down at you intently, eyebrows slightly furrowed. "...It's not safe to be at this side of Faron Woods at night." Stating it slightly bluntly, he waits for your reply.